"Suddenly I was full, I think my stomach was full of air, grandma," Marigold said. She simply met Raymart's gaze.
"Wait a minute, grandson, I'll call Marigold's parents to make sure he's in good condition now," Mrs. Chanda worriedly replied.
Raymart scratched his head when Mrs.Chanda left where they were.
"Eat more Goldie," he commanded the woman with a laugh. That was the new thing he would call to Marigold—Goldie. And he thought that it was cute.
Marigold shook her head. "I'm full."
"You might get hungry right away, eat again." He chuckled as if he was hinting that he was still teasing her.
"Just to see you eating while your mouth is foaming, I'm happy," Marigold scolded him and rolled her eyes.
"I can really tell that you're always unconscious as long as you're with me," Raymart responded as he drank a glass of water.
"It's just because you never failed to piss me off," Marigold reasoned.
